Let in the Light - Moderat

My spirit rises,

off the plate,

in front of me.

And it drifts over,

to the space,

where she waits.

She speaks a language,

distilled by time,

to nothing more than.

Elbow and wink,

let in the light.

But obstruct my view.

Obstruct my view.

Let in the light.

But obstruct my view.